"Reckon he's here somewheres," said the other man, presently.

"Sure. I seen his hoss. Jack ain't goin' to be far from thet hoss."

Then both of them approached the cabin. Joan had never before seen
two such striking, vicious-looking, awesome men. The one was huge--
so wide and heavy and deep-set that he looked short--and he
resembled a gorilla. The other was tall, slim, with a face as red as
flame, and an expression of fierce keenness. He was stoop
shouldered, yet he held his head erect in a manner that suggested a
wolf scenting blood.

"Someone here, Pearce," boomed the big man.

"Why, Gul, if it ain't a girl!"

Joan moved out of the shadow of the wall of the cabin, and she
pointed to the prostrate figure on the blankets.

"Howdy boys!" said Kells, wanly.

Gulden cursed in amaze while Pearce dropped to his knee with an
exclamation of concern. Then both began to talk at once. Kells
interrupted them by lifting a weak hand.

"No, I'm not going--to cash," he said. "I'm only starved--and in
need of stimulants. Had my back half shot off."

"Who plugged you, Jack?"